We had fast food for dinner last night. My definition of fast food could be different from yours.
I got home at 5pm with bags of grocery. YK, who got home a minute earlier, was happy to see me.
"I'm so hungry. I skipped lunch."
Luckily I picked up a honey roasted chicken from the rotisserie on my way home. It was still warm.
"I'll rustle up something quickly. It won't be long...."
Within minutes, rice was boiling in the cooker. I defrosted a bag of cuttlefish (which I had already cleaned and sliced up over the weekend) and washed a head of cabbage and some french beans.
The chopped up cabbage, french beans and dried shrimps were swiftly stir-fried in the wok. It was ready within minutes.
The cuttlefish went in next, with diced onions, chilli padi and spring onions. Those plump cuttlefish were fast to cook and good to eat!
By the time YK got out of the shower, a piping hot meal of roast chicken, cabbage stir-fry and spicy cuttlefish was waiting for him.
I enjoy making fast dinners because I have more time to do other things before the sky darkens. Yesterday, I had time to potter about in my garden, walk the dogs and chat with the neighbours (members of our club) and savour a bottle of beer.